Julian’s POV
I didn't know how I was feeling in that moment, seeing both of them sneaking into the house like two teenage lovers pursuing some forbidden affair. The matching black outfits, the coordinated timing, the way they'd frozen when the lights came on, guilt written across both their faces. Everything about it screamed deception.
"It's not what you think. Actually, it's not what it looks like." Aria defended immediately, but there was something in the way she said it that wasn't convincing. Her eyes kept darting to Damien, like she was silently begging him to help, to say something that would make this make sense.
"Well, I'm not thinking anything," I said, keeping my voice carefully neutral even though my chest was tight with suspicion. "I just asked a simple question. So I'm wai
